"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how.
But glory… glory is the answer.
Glory will outlive flesh and bones.
Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality."
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Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it.

"Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!"

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“…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

After fifty long years— Year 490 After the Coronation


Robin slowly raised his hands from Jabba's head, moving with deliberate care as though afraid to disturb the fragile balance he had just maintained. His palms were still wrapped in a faint, shimmering violet mist that clung to his skin like threads of living light. Only after a moment did he finally open his eyes, letting out a long, weary breath as he wiped the sweat glistening on his forehead. "Phew~ well, that's as far as I can go for today."


"The results are far better than we expected," came a calm and steady voice from behind Robin, carrying with it a note of reassurance. "Two more sessions like this, perhaps three at most, and your endeavor will reach completion."


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